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"You're in danger."
Finding a stranger standing outside of Wayne manor was definitely an unexpected addition to Dick Grayson's daily routine. The thirteen-year-old ward of Bruce Wayne found himself standing there in his school uniform looking at the girl dressed in dark clothing – clothing reminiscent to something a superhero or supervillain might wear while Alfred brought the limo around front. His mouth twisted slightly, pondering the strangeness.
After all, he didn't know the girl in front of him, yet she definitely acted in a familiar manner towards him. As Robin, he was also used to others dressing in the manner the stranger in front of him dressed, yet right now he wasn't Robin. More importantly few actually knew the secret identity of either Batman or Robin, yet if the girl were a member of the super community – there was no escaping she knew his identity.
Batman wouldn't like that.
Of course, Bruce Wayne wouldn't like that either.
There was no getting around the fact Batman was paranoid regarding their secret identities; Bruce Wayne, on the other hand, was paranoid about the safety of his ward. Accumulated in front of him right now was the worst fear of both personas. Dick flicked his phone shut, putting aside the idea of messaging his best friend. "Do I know you?"
The girl standing in front of him – her appearance was definitely a Goth twist on what supers tended to wear, but the leotard and hooded cape stood out like a sore thumb. There was no way he'd forget such an ensemble. He attempted reading her face for some kind of expression which would hint at what she was thinking, yet there was only an ever-slight twinge of the corner of her mouth most wouldn't ever notice, not to mention didn't indicate anything.
"You don't remember."
The mental accusation was definitely unexpected on his part, yet made quite clear the female in front of him wasn't someone he should trifle with. He swallowed, feeling exposed – if not outright violated by the action, but without realizing his own actions lifted a hand to the side of his head.
"I'm sorry."
"Master Grayson."
"Slade is after you again." The girl spoke quickly, right before shadows crept up around her, allowing her to disappear in bright daylight.
Dick's eyes opened and closed. He straightened himself up ever so slightly yet pushed aside in the back of his mind the fact yet another person within the last month or so intruded upon his mind. The feeling – it was definitely different from Megan's intrusion, yet neither felt right. He took a deep breath, his eyes focusing on Alfred. "You're going to have to tell him, aren't you?"
"Do you know what she meant by that message?"
Dick sucked air into his lungs, knowing Alfred wouldn't answer his question; telling Bruce – aka Batman – was a given. "No. Batman and the rest of the league have had run-ins with Slade, but I haven't. It's one of those things he doesn't want me involved in."
Yet, now one of those things did, in fact, involve him.